July 25, 2007

Animals at the Office

I wrote this story for the Puget Sound Business Journal as a freelancer. The PSBJ published it April 1, 1991, but it was not an April Fool's joke.

When Beryl Gorbman goes to work, so does Doopie.

Gorbman is president of The Write Stuff Inc., a technical publications and translation firm in the University District. Doopie, a black Labrador-Newfoundland mix that Gorbman picked up for free at a garage sale, has been a fixture in the office for more than a year.

"I think Doopie really enjoys coming to work," says Gorbman. "If I go out in the morning and don't take her, because I have to go to a lot of appointments, she's devastated."

Having animals in the office "takes some of the starch out of your collar," says Robert Patchell, who has three dogs at Exhibit Team, a Redmond-based firm that designs and manufactures trade show exhibits.

Patchell has had dogs at work for most of the seven and a half years he's been in business. Two of the dogs there now were strays coaxed in from a nearby park.

Not only do they take some of the starch out, but animals can make an office a healthier, less stressed place to be. Veterinarian Tina Ellenbogen numbers many working pets among her clients, in part because she goes to the patient, calling at her patient's house or office, as the case may be. She says animals are a great stress-reliever.

"Physically, petting an animal reduces blood pressure, whether you're normal or hypertensive," Ellenbogen says. "That's been documented."

Because animals usually are friendly, non-threatening, and non-judgmental, she says, they act as good social bridges between people. "They defuse a lot of tension because they don't take sides."

One of Ellenbogen's former patients was a parrot who commuted by bus to a downtown office with her attorney owner. She says, "People would come in and talk to the bird to take a break and reduce the stress of the day."

There's no doubt that having animals around changes the atmosphere of the workplace.

This is true both for the people who work there and for visitors, which is why some dentists and pediatricians have aquariums--watching the fish reduces blood pressure, anxiety, and stress in nervous patients.

Linda Hines, executive director of the Delta Society, a Seattle-based national organization that studies human-animal bonding, says that people with animals are seen as friendlier and more approachable, and that the same should be true for places with animals.

"Places with animals are seen as friendlier places to be," she says.

Psychotherapist Dennis Azaroff, who takes his dog Daisy to work on occasion, says, "I guess work is changing."

"My clients love Daisy," he says, "and sometimes they'll come in and ask why she hasn't been there lately, and they seem to really enjoy having her around.

"And I do have clients who come over ad ask if they can take Daisy for the afternoon or take her for a walk."

But he says the animal is not a formal part of his work.

Some animals do play a professional role in their owner's business, however.

Megan Wallace, whose husband Bob started the software company Quicksoft Inc., is a professional artist who drew an appealing cat to use as a company logo in manuals, newsletters, catalogs, and at trade shows. "When we started Quicksoft," she says, "we wanted to use a cat as our symbol, because cats are quick and soft."

But it was only after she had drawn the logo that the company acquired its cat, Micro-Soft, named for Microsoft Corp., the firm where Bob got his start.

The Wallaces, who already had several cats at home, went to a local animal shelter to find a cat that looked like the one she had drawn.

"We were using my drawings of the cat before we actually got the cat in 1985," Wallace recalls.

She says Micro-Soft was a very effective marketing tool for the firm:

"People really loved the cat. We'd go to trade shows and people would come and tell us stories about their cats. They'd write us letters. We never solicited them, but they would send pictures of their cats in the mail, from all over the world."

One drawback was that Quicksoft couldn't hire people who were allergic to felines.

"Of course, when people were applying for employment, we had to ask them if they were allergic to cats," Wallace says. "We had a few who were, and of course we couldn't hire them."

The Wallaces sold Quicksoft to Leo Nikora in January [1991], and Bob Wallace now works for the firm as a programmer out of a home office, with Micro-Soft by his side. "He moved his office home and the cat went with him," says Wallace.

Most of the workplaces that welcome animals are small businesses or entrepreneurial firms where the owner is an animal lover. There are no warm and fuzzy creatures on the premises of The Boeing Co., for example. Russ Young of Boeing's corporate communications department says the only animals at Boeing are guide dogs for the visually impaired.

"That's the only animals that I'm aware of that would be on the premises," says Young.

After all, professionalism is an issue when there are pets underfoot.

"Not all clients find it professional," admits Patchell of Exhibit Team. "We try to keep the dogs away from where they'd be."

Gorbman agrees that some clients may be put off by Doopie.

"I don't care," she shrugs. "We run our office the way we want to.

"So we have clients who think that's a nice way to run an office. Or they judge us on the quality of our work--which I hope they would do."

Ellenbogen thinks the response to pets at work is more favorable than not:

"Will your customers mind? Unofficial data seems to suggest that's not the case. It makes for a more relaxed atmosphere for everybody."

Before bringing in a cat or dog from home or acquiring a new pet for the office, however, there are a couple of serious issues to be considered: safety and suitability.

Veterinarian Skip Nelson of the Exotic Pet and Bird Clinic in Kirkland has a menagerie of office pets at his clinic, including Charlie the parrot, B.D. the ferret, a couple of rabbits, a cockatiel, and a rat.

Nelson cautions that any birds that come into contact with the public should be checked regularly for parrot fever, which can be spread to humans through a sick bird's droppings.

"I would have a great deal of difficulty with a bird in a public place that was not thoroughly examined," he says.

Ellenbogen says people who are considering bringing pets to work should screen the animals. "You don't just bring any animal to work," she says. "You don't bring a dog that's going to run and charge out and bark at your customers."

She says she tries to help people realize that they can select pets for temperament. And she suggests talking to a veterinarian or the Delta Society about the type of animal that would be compatible and also about the suitability of an individual animal.

Still, the most important consideration is probably whether or not you like animals--if you don't, bringing one into the workplace is not likely to reduce your stress level.

Gorbman says she brings Doopie to work "because I like her."

"I could tell you it's because it relieves stress," she says, "or it's a good breaking-the-ice point for clients, but basically it's because I like her. I like having her around. I just like Doopie's company."

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@ Jeanne Sather 1991-2007.

June 22, 2007

A Day Lost, A Day Found

This morning I woke up, firmly convinced that it was Saturday.

When I was checking e-mail, my computer shut down and had to be restarted. When the screen came up again, it said that it was Friday.

That's wrong, I thought, and went into the "date and time" and reset it to Saturday. But then I went out front and saw all the neighbors' trash cans sitting on the curb. Our trash day is Friday.

I was confused at that point--a truly frightening, am-I-going-crazy? kind of confused, and I called my friend Laurie on her cell to ask her what day it was. I knew Laurie wouldn't laugh at me, or if she did, she would be laughing with me.

Laurie confirmed that today is indeed Friday, and thus I have gained a day. All day yesterday I went around thinking it was Friday--not quite sure how that happened, except that the first half of the week was extremely stressful.

So now, rather stupidly, I can't reset the date on my computer without locating and re-installing some software. Of course, I don't know where the disks are. And that sounds like too much work for my poor brain.

I probably won't get to it unless it really messes up my blogging efforts. Then I'll have to do it.

So, for me, today is still Saturday.

@ Jeanne Sather 2007.

June 17, 2007

Therapy Jam


There are probably a million (well, maybe a thousand) good ways to cope with bad news. Or to cope with the threat of bad news: waiting, yet again, for test results, as I am right now.

For me, on Friday, making jam was the way that I coped.

Don't know what I'm talking about? Read No Break for Me.


These are the berries, fresh from the garden, that went into the jam.


And this, is this morning's brunch, jam and biscuits, and lots of coffee, eaten with my friend Monica after we walked Connie in the park.


Read more about Cancer and Gardening

@ Jeanne Sather 2007.

May 27, 2007

Inside a Women’s Bathhouse

On a Saturday night, the Olympus Women’s Health Club is crowded with naked women of all shapes, sizes, colors, and ages.

Many of the women who frequent the bathhouse belong to the local Korean community in Lakewood, a suburb just south of Tacoma, Wash. For Korean women, the bathhouse is more than a place to get clean. It’s a community resource, a home away from home: a place to read newspapers and magazines in their native language, eat Korean home cooking, and catch up on gossip.

Other women drive from as far away as Seattle (45 minutes to the north) or Portland, Ore. (two hours to the south), to experience cleanliness, Korean-style.

The Olympus spa, which now has a second location in Lynnwood, a suburb north of Seattle, is a word-of-mouth sensation among women in the Pacific Northwest. They come, usually with friends, to drop their cares at the door of the women-only facility, where they find communal tubs for soaking, loofah massages for banishing rough skin, and the kind of conversation that only flows when women get naked together.

The ancient Romans had their marble palaces devoted to cleanliness and relaxation; the Japanese, their hot springs resorts and palatial public baths; and the Scandinavians, their saunas. The Olympus bathhouse combines a bit of all of these.

I’ll Have Mugwort, Please
A friend and I sign in at about 7 p.m. and are given waivers to sign and a sheet of rules written in charmingly fractured English: “Prohibit to enter by people with communicable disease.” The $30 entry fee covers unlimited use of the bath and sauna area, which has two heated pools, a cold pool with a waterfall, mineral pools, and two saunas—a dry sauna and an herbal steam room.

It also covers access to the “earth energy” heated rooms, which have floors of sea salt, sand, dried mud with mugwort, and granite.

Massages, facials, body wraps, and full-body scrubs are available for an additional charge. The most popular of these is the Asian-style full-body scrub, which lasts an hour.

When we check in, we are given locker keys on wristbands, bath towels, smaller towels for washing, striped cotton gowns, and cotton caps to cover our hair. We leave our shoes in cubbyholes on the way to the immaculate changing room, when a puzzling sign greets us: “Milk, oil, eggs are not permitted.”

We don our cotton robes and caps and head for the baths. The décor is an amusing combination of East and West—faux marble statues of chubby children look down on a row of low taps with stools and buckets for bathing, Asian-style, before entering the baths. Most of the Western women opt for showers instead.

For the next hour or so, we move between hot tubs at 97 and 104 degrees, the ice-cold waterfall tub, a mineral bath at a cool 90 degrees, and the two saunas.

There’s no need to hurry: The bathhouse is open until midnight on Friday and Saturday nights.

Small groups of women gather in each pool, chatting softly about work, family, men, and health issues, with an occasional reference to goings-on in the broader world. As the evening wears on, the conversations slow, becoming softer and more disconnected.

We make a brief foray to the earth energy rooms, where the various floors are covered with canvas, but we don’t stay long. We are starting to feel the heat.

The Ahhh Effect
Finally, it’s time for my scrub. The massage therapist sends me to sit in the herbal steam room for a few minutes, then calls me to her table in a narrow room just off the baths where four massage therapists work elbow to elbow. I lie facedown on the table and the therapist dons two loofah mitts and starts scrubbing upward from the bottoms of my feet to the skin behind my ears and every inch in between. She rolls me to my side and then my back as she continues, rinsing the dead skin away with buckets of warm water every few minutes.

Over and over, she scrubs my ankles, the skin between my fingers, under my chin, the tops of my feet … it feels heavenly. I drift into sleep. The final luxury is a gentle scrub with rich soapsuds and then, while I’m still soapy, a firm massage of my neck, shouldes, back, and head.

The therapist helps the new me off the table and sends me on my way with a laugh as I struggle to balance my oh-so-relaxed body. My skin is an smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. I find my friend, and we head for the small restaurant inside the bathhouse.

There's no need to dress. Women gather in their identical cotton gowns and caps, towels slung over their shoulders, to order from a menu scrawled on a white board on the wall: fried rice, seaweed soup, pot stickers, cold noodles, and Japanese udon noodles. All the meals are served with a array of vegetable side dishes in little bowls.

Finally, we head out into the dark of the drizzly spring evening, feeling taller, thinner, more balanced, and cleaner, inside and out, than ever before.

Olympus Women’s Health Club

Tacoma:

8615 S. Tacoma Way
Lakewood, WA 98499
(253) 588-3355/ 582-6625

Lynnwood:

3815 196th Street S.W. Suite 160
Lynnwood, WA 98036
(425) 697-3000


I originally wrote this story for the MyWellness Web site in 2000. Unfortunately, the site never got out of beta—another victim of the Web bubble.

@ Jeanne Sather 2007.

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